POEM: absolution.


How do you absolve a life?
Do you feel with wind,
Hear the thunder,
See the rain?

A swollen heart weathered from pain,
a muscle engorged 
a bond we forged 
on an unobtainable high. 

A storm to break the sky
a roar, the silence.
The best solution, 
for you to reach pure absolution. 

Jack D. Murphy 

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